For this one, you must convince your mother to hold off of a mercy kill.
PULP COUPLET VIII (any gender mid teens through late forties)
One door is hell
But how do I tell?
Heaven's the other.
Is it the left one, mother?
I am pure of heart
but I'm not very smart.
Mother: A hint?
I do see a glint
Of beautiful light
Past the door on the right.
But is it God's love
Or the bright fires of
The pit of the damned?
Mother have you planned
To trick me or test me?
Just let them arrest me.
I'll pay for my sins
I'll face the snide grins
Of the jury and judge
But from here I can't budge.
You do want to save me
But this choice it enslaves me
In terror and doubt.
Mother please take me out
Of this trance that I'm in.
And please put down the tin
That holds poisoned roots.
The police just might shoot
Me but not for to kill.
I'll have some time 'till
I face death again
And the court will say when.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"